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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 13:29:06 GMT -8
The Sparrow made a show of being in despair at having lost the game, laughing all the way through it. She used her sleeve to wipe off her mouth, and then laughed some more at @totallynotadragon . "Alright, you win, you win," the Sparrow concluded, her accent slipping a bit into her words as she took off her crown and ran her hands through her hair, away from her face. "THIS time... Draga chuckled before calming down even more and going silent. Her smile faded a little. "...hey, so, uh.." She started to say, hesitating as she spoke, "I wanted to ask....who are you? Because, and I'm sorry if this sounds weird, I don't think you're human...You're not a dragon, obviously, but something's...different about you." |
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 13:34:52 GMT -8
The Sparrow settled the flower crown back on her head, then leaned forward over the table to prop an elbow on it, and her head in her hand. Her golden hair swayed to pool on the wood of the table's surface around her, leaving her shoulder and shoulder blade completely naked to view. Anyone looking at her from behind would see the tattoo etched into her skin.
"I am Farrah," she told Draga. "I am not totally human, no, and most of my people are wiped out. That is not important to me, however." The girl did not even seem drunk at all. She toyed with a plain, silver ring on one hand, as she studied Draga's face.
"So when you said you lived alone, and you wished you could live here. You like humans, then? And not just for the festivals." She was speaking openly and not even trying to hide her conversation. Although she was avoiding trigger words, any nosy person that wanted to listen in would be able to tell that they were two extra-humans, trying to figure each other out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 13:38:45 GMT -8
The Sparrow settled the flower crown back on her head, then leaned forward over the table to prop an elbow on it, and her head in her hand. Her golden hair swayed to pool on the wood of the table's surface around her, leaving her shoulder and shoulder blade completely naked to view. Anyone looking at her from behind would see the tattoo etched into her skin. "I am Farrah," she told Draga. "I am not totally human, no, and most of my people are wiped out. That is not important to me, however." The girl did not even seem drunk at all. She toyed with a plain, silver ring on one hand, as she studied Draga's face. "So when you said you lived alone, and you wished you could live here. You like humans, then? And not just for the festivals." She was speaking openly and not even trying to hide her conversation. Although she was avoiding trigger words, any nosy person that wanted to listen in would be able to tell that they were two extra-humans, trying to figure each other out. "Oh....I see....so you're a half-elf then. I understand." She sighed a little as Farrah asked her question. "Oh yeah! I love humans. Dwarves, elves, halflings, the works, they're all fun." She started, nodding, "They don't live as long and are smaller than me, but their food is amazing and...well, just look at this!" She gestured to the beautiful decorations set up for the festival as well as the massive towers that pierced the sky above. "My kind would never do anything like this. They're selfish, arrogant, cruel, even to themselves. Two of them working together is too rare. I don't even speak to any of them because...." She stopped herself short before looking around at people listening. She grabbed Farrah's hand and stood up. "I want to show you something. It has to be outside the city though. Will you join me?" She asked with sincerity. |
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
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Roleplay posts: 183 
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on Apr 28, 2017 13:45:57 GMT -8
"Um. Alright." Bella watched @banditkelly scamper off, a look of utter confusion on her face. Then she laughed and shook her head. Usually, it wasn't quite so sudden, but sometimes the aloe did go right through you in a hurry, didn't it? She waved to a passing former customer she recognized, then sipped from her tankard, waiting patiently for Kelly to return.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 13:59:31 GMT -8
She smirked when @totallynotadragon assumed that Farrah was half-elven, then was content to watch Draga's animated face, glancing only to be polite when the dragon girl gestured to other people and other things to look at.
Suddenly, though, Farrah's hand was grabbed. "Wait--what? What?" she asked, confused as she pushed to stand, her hand still held in Draga's own. "Where are we going...?" she asked warily, all the sudden aware of the blade strapped to her thigh beneath her dun-colored gown.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 14:17:04 GMT -8
She smirked when @totallynotadragon assumed that Farrah was half-elven, then was content to watch Draga's animated face, glancing only to be polite when the dragon girl gestured to other people and other things to look at. Suddenly, though, Farrah's hand was grabbed. "Wait--what? What?" she asked, confused as she pushed to stand, her hand still held in Draga's own. "Where are we going...?" she asked warily, all the sudden aware of the blade strapped to her thigh beneath her dun-colored gown. "Outside the city....I want to show you what I look like." Draga stopped to look at Farrah in the eyes, to show her she had no evil intent. |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 15:19:57 GMT -8
Farrah visibly hesitated, her silver eyes growing warry and guarded. She wanted to ask why. Why did @totallynotadragon want to show her? What did she think it was going to prove?
In the end, however, the Sparrow nodded her head and dismounted from the bench she'd been straddling, picking up her hobby horse, her tankard, and her wooden sword as she wasn't about to leave her spoils behind.
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
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Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on Apr 29, 2017 8:48:42 GMT -8
@banditkelly didn’t seem to be coming back right away. She had probably gotten distracted by the games or met a friend on the way or something. Bella shrugged to herself and picked up both tankards in one hand, then wrapped her other arm around the huge plush dragon and skipped off to find her.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 29, 2017 9:39:51 GMT -8
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
The ARCHERY Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The TUG o' WAR Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The HORSE RACING contest will be opened sometime in the late morning/early afternoon on Sunday, April 30th.
Follow this thread or Ganymede Galaii to be updated on winners and contest openings!
And back to your regularly scheduled in-character roleplay. |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 29, 2017 10:52:41 GMT -8
Vote for the King and Queen of Prospernalia! Vote by "liking" the post made by those listed as either King or Queen of Prospernalia.
Ganymede's last post down at the bottom lists all who have entered for either King, or Queen, of the contest, along with a short blurb of at-a-glance information. Only characters or NPC accounts that would logically be in Isra (and thus would attend the festival) are allowed to vote. Only one vote for each candidate (i.e., you cannot vote for two queens, or two kings). Votes will be disqualified if they break any of these rules!
Voting ends at 12pm PST Sunday April 30th. |
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Dr. Frankeneblin
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Roleplay posts: 107 
Age: 34
Physical Description: Viktor is an average sized gnome if approximately 3.5ft, and in reasonably good shape for a gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears long (for him), black robes. He has a variety of small tools inside a tool case hidden inside his robes. His staff is a plain steel rod that he uses to gesture and perform magic
Registered: May 11, 2016 10:02:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Frankeneblin on Apr 30, 2017 7:44:04 GMT -8
Dr. Frankeneblin was even getting in on some Prospernalia action, having shed his usual dark attire, suited for work in the bowels of the castle, for a bright green suit that matched the sparks occasionally traveling down his staff. He strode along jauntily, scrambling onto a stool, which standing on he could see over the bar, and plopped down 40 silver pieces.
"4 silver each right!? Line 'em up! I'm running late and have catching up to do!" He exclaimed, winking cheekily at a nearby festival-goer.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 30, 2017 23:43:38 GMT -8
Prospernalia's End Feast is Open! The Feast is higher-class than the rest of the casual atmosphere of the festival. Characters will be expected to show up, dressed to impress. There is no schedule, but instead a free-for-all for characters to attend and romance and eat and interact as they will. Specific characters have been invited, and have been appropriately tagged, but that does not mean that they are in attendance until they officially post in.
Please keep in mind that this is the last event of the Prospernalia, so all contests and games will have been done and finished by now!
Back to the regularly scheduled contest and roleplay. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
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King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 2, 2017 8:37:45 GMT -8
Raoul laughed heartily as he lead his little retinue to the Ale Garden: @badger and Ganymede Galaii and whichever others he had promised drinks to that happened to follow in a parade of laughter and cheers. The golden crown on his head was cocked at a jaunty angle and he walked with a spring in his step. He put a gold coin on the bar, gesturing back at the group that came in with him. “These fine people are drinking on the king today. Let me know when that runs out, señorita.” He took his ale and raised it high. Turning to face the crowd, he called out, “To Prospernalia and the new year!” |
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Badger
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Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on May 2, 2017 13:25:23 GMT -8
Badger walked up to the bar in the company of Raoul Ferdinand and Ganymede Galaii, certainly not one to miss free drinks! Once the rather top-heavy Misses behind the bar had set up his drink for him, Badger, with a sly smile, stood up on his tip-toes trying to reach it from the ground. He would have just about been able to loop a finger into the tankard's handle if the lady behind the bar didn't lean over to push the Prospernalia souvenir tankard over to him; his little ruse now became clear. It was just a trick to get the buxom barmaid to lean over. "You're welcome lads!" he said with a laugh to the few men scattered around behind him. Badger lifted his drink into the air. "To the King of Prospernalia! And the New Year!" |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 2, 2017 14:18:32 GMT -8
As soon as Ganymede hit the Ale Garden, roars went up in her honor, attention swerving her way as they toasted her and beckoned to her and wanted kisses and hugs and touches from her. The King of Prospernalia was popular, yes, but Ganymede was becoming totally beloved by the people. After all, why wouldn't they be? She was most certainly addictive, as was the joyful magic that was all around the Isran Festival. Ganymede smiled and gifted kisses where she wanted, hugs where she didn't, and a pat on the hand or shoulder for those that she didn't want to get too close to. She declined drinks from everyone, and instead moved to take a seat with Raoul Ferdinand and Badger -- but not on the bench. She sat on the table, crossing her long legs, the part of her suit showing off supple curves and skin. She, herself, didn't drink any ale (couldn't stand the taste of it), but watched the men with amusement. "I want to see which of you can drink the fastest," she said to them both. "The winner will win... mmm... a kiss." She smiled at them both. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 2, 2017 17:01:44 GMT -8
The reaction to Ganymede Galaii ’s presence was overwhelming, even if it wasn’t surprising. Of course, she was in her element here. An element of her own design. It was no secret who was the mastermind behind the festival, and every person here was here because of her. Even so, Raoul hadn’t seen it before, at least not up-close. He had been kissed by her once before, though, and certainly understood where these people were coming from. He settled into his seat beside Badger , trying not to be too obvious about staring at the woman’s body. “Trying to get us all too drunk to bother you?” He winks and raised his flagon, taking a deep drink of the ale before lowering it again. “I would suggest the size makes the contest unfair, but something tells me you two know something I don’t. The legendary capacity for drink of local hero… um… wait, I know this… Badge-no, Boar, right?” |
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on May 3, 2017 3:58:32 GMT -8
Oh yea, that's right. Ganymede Galaii was actually famous. Not pretend famous like Raoul, or a candidate for pretend famous like Badger, but people actually wanted to see her! They wanted hugs, and kisses, and touches from the nymph who was responsible for organizing the entirety of the Prospernalia Festival. And there again, who wouldn't?
Badger laughed as Raoul spoke. "It seems that the legendary drinking prowess of Isra's own local hero 'Badge-no Boar' reaches farther than I'd thought! I graciously accept your concession from the contest sir!"
The gnome turned his attention to Ganymede, sitting on her ample rump on the table he and Raoul were seated at.
"Ya know, I was at a theatre once when one of the characters on stage said that drinking - I think it was, 'Provokes the desire, but takes away the performance.' You'll forgive me if I'll not admit to that line describing myself very aptly, but I do find that too much ale has a tendency to dull my memory; and I'd like to remember tonight just as well as I can!" Badger took a few deep gulps from his souvenir tankard, a playful smile on his face.
"Though please don't let me sound as if I intend to refuse your generous hospitality Your Highness! I certainly do not." |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 3, 2017 5:51:09 GMT -8
"Badger," Ganymede corrected Raoul Ferdinand as he struggled with the name, and the word came out like a caress -- like the sound of bed sheets sliding over skin, or the sigh of a lover into a kiss -- and there was something sensual in her gaze as she looked down at the little gnome for which she said the namesake. The males in front of her laughed and spoke back and forth, the gnome easily taking Raoul's slip up and running with it, the King of Prospernalia grinning that rogue-ish way of his. Her head tipped a bit to the side, long, wavy hair swaying as she did as she took both of their measure. What would it be like...? Was she actually interested in...? How would it work...? Certain thoughts made their way through her mind, and then she was focused back on Badger. "You certainly will want to remember tonight," she agreed with him. Then she sighed in mock sadness. "But now you've gone away and taken my excuse to kiss you, Badger." |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 13:55:34 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- On another day, at another time, several days into the Prospernalia festival, Raoul strolled into the Ale Garden with a young redhead on his arm. He was in high spirits from the games and the company, and greeted the regulars with a wide smile. “Now, some people don’t like ale so much, and some people take a while to warm up it. Don’t worry if you don’t like it at first, but you might find that by the bottom of the cup, you have grown to appreciate it.” He hands Heidi a handful of silver and orders two flagons, one for each of them. Raoul leads Eli to a table a bit away from the crowd and sits down, placing one in front of her and one in front of himself. “Don’t worry about it if you hate it. I will drink both, if I need to.” |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 14:05:16 GMT -8
--[To Badger and Ganymede Galaii ]-- The first day of the festival saw the newly-crowned King of Prospernalia talking over drinks with a muse and a gnome at the ale garden. He covered a grin with a sip from his flagon as he watched the two flirt and banter. “Yes, Badger. I knew it was something tough and fierce.” He wondered to himself if it was some kind of game they were playing, or if he needed to plan a discreet exit for things perhaps progressed to the point a superfluous third person at the table would be more hindrance than help. “Some of the best memories are a bit fuzzy, for me at least. But I lack your legendary drinking prowess and your charm, both. Not all of us are fortunate enough to be born gnomish heroes.” |
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